He opened his eyes.
The ceiling. Stone. Amber lamplight. He was on the bed now—not the bath. They had moved him. He was on his back, the furs beneath him, his body dry, his cock—
He looked down.
A thick, pale ass was bouncing on his lap.
The succubus. Sinea. Her back to him, her wings folded, her golden tail curled to one side. She was in a deep squat, her enormous ass raised and dropping, her thick pale thighs working in a rhythmic pump. His cock—twelve inches, fully erect—was buried inside her demon cunt, the shaft disappearing between her spread cheeks on each downward drop.
PAH—PAH—
The wet sound was loud. Obscene. Her pussy, demon-slick and experienced, gripped him with the heat of a Throne Bishop who had been riding him for some time.
"HNNNGH—AAANGH—" she moaned. Her head was thrown back, her blonde hair swaying, her enormous tits bouncing upward with each drop, the elongated nipples slapping against her own collarbone.
